Dear future husband,

How many times have I read that letter? And how many more times have I written you that letter? Trying desperately to sound poetic and piece the words together in such a way that would melt your heart and bring tears to your eyes when you read it. How many times have I written the line I'm waiting for you? But in all of those attempts.. There never seems to be any heart in it. Intention for there to be heart to be in it, yes.. For it to really mean something and really be genuinely my own words with my own promises to you and my own dear thoughts of and for you. But I seem to just put words together. Over and over again. A little differently each time, but essentially reciting myself. The truth is.. I'm afraid to be honest with you. I would love to say to you that I have saved my heart and self for you, and that you, my beloved, are the only one that I have ever given myself to. But I can't.

I am waiting for you. But not in the way that I wish I were.. I have been waiting so impatiently, trying to find you. Thinking, but mostly hoping, that the next guy that falls for me will be you. I open myself up, and give away my heart time after time after time pleading for this one to be you. For this one to be my forever. So far it's been futile. And I'd blame it on naivety. Or possibly a heart that's just so capable of loving, that it too easily finds someone to love. But going back to naivety.. I suppose I thought that if I missed one chance, I'd miss you. That I'd never find you if I was not constantly looking for you.

I'm realizing now that I was sorely mistaken. See, Christ and His bride (the church) are the perfect example to follow. He chased her violently. He did everything within His power to have her. He set His sights towards her, and did not and will not stop fighting for her until she is His and His alone. I know that you are a man after God's own heart, because He has promised me that, and He does not break His promises. Because you are, and I am your bride.. Have I any need to chase you? Absolutely not.

I guess all that to say.. I believe that God can redeem anyone, if they are willing to be changed by Him. There was an analogy that my youth leaders used when I was in junior high about a present. We are the present. Beautifully wrapped for our future spouse. Along the way, my wrapping has gotten torn, stained, crumpled, passed from one person to the next.. But He's starting to re-wrap me. Little by little.

"It's just a little while longer and I'll see you. It's just a little while longer, and I'll know you. It's just a little while longer and we'll be together."

Chase Him first and foremost.. I'll see you soon. :)

(Aimee Felice)

rise up and do something.. ANYTHING in response.

I've really been hit with an urgency to make a difference.. we chose our leader. we chose to kill our babies.. what have we done? can we not see what we're doing? what we're letting him do?

my heart is breaking for them.. we have to stand for the ones who cannot stand. we have to speak for those whose voice is too small. if I sit here and wait for someone else to do something, I am just as guilty as any murderer.

their blood is screaming.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

She never had a chance or a choice to live..
A decision made for her.
They stole her breath. Her fingerprints - never to exist.
And a heartbeat skipped.

She wasn't good enough to ever be loved. Is this what you want?
A miracle undone.
Here in the silence now, you know without a doubt that she's missing out
On life somehow..

Hear her sing her song (she's singing..)

Are you satisfied
With my ended life?
Now my silenced cries
Help you spread your lies.

Her innocent blood, you wipe off your hands
Because she didn't quite fit in your plans.
So many voices saying "oh, it's fine..
You're not really taking anyone's life."

Injustice, birthing cause to.. Millions of helpless cries.
(can you hear them screaming?)
Manipulation dripping from society's candy-coated lies
(I don't want to hear them speaking!)

Hear them sing their song (they're singing..)

Are you satisfied
With our ended lives?
Now our silenced cries
Help you spread your lies.

Look at yourself, you're as live as the light of day..
But once upon a time, you were just like me.
And who are they to define? does it make this crime less than a crime?
That's okay, just blow it off.. it doesn't really matter anyway, does it?
It's already done, right?
No. You have a voice. Speak from a choice you made..
Doesn't it hurt.. Even just a little bit?

Then speak up.

It's not fair, cause they don't have to share the wounds they've made. But you don't have to live shamed in scarlet. Freedom, He sings 'dance with me. come, join your little one. look at me, just breathe.. for you have been.. forgiven.'